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There's blood everywhere, fires rage nearby, the sounds of cacophanous stacatto of gunshots and explosions echo around the other buildings nearby, and your nose is overwhelmed by the scent of gunpowder, burnt meat, sulfur, and melting rubber.
You want to puke.
You hum nervously instead.
2026-06-21T01:39:58.267Z